The Gargoyle's Captive (A Deal With a Demon, #3)

by Katee Robert

I didn’t expect to be locked in a room and left alone for days on end, but I’m in the demon realm now. The same place my mother disappeared to, all those years ago. I even made a deal with the same demon,

If you kill, maim, or otherwise harm a single being in the demon realm, your contract will be null and void. Should that happen, I will stick you out on the roof of my castle and allow the hunters in the sky to eat you at their leisure.”

before Azazel turned around and walked away, his aura shifted to a pale blue that I am all too familiar with. Sorrow. Just like that, I know my mother’s dead.

She’s a terrible choice. I need someone docile and submissive.

hers is the kind of beauty one finds in the hellcats that haunt the succubi and incubi’s territory. Gorgeous and deadly and all too willing to eat your face off.

My horns are not adorable.

The only reason I’m here is to find answers about my mother, and I won’t discover those by bouncing on a gargoyle’s cock.

“You obviously want to run. I’ll even let you. But every time I catch you, you will come to my bed willingly.”

I’d tried to convince myself that the very clear outline I saw earlier was simple a trick of the fabric. It wasn’t. His cock is fucking huge. It’s also so hard that it looks painful.

“Now I’m going to ride your face until I come. If you’re very, very good and make me come very, very hard, once I’m satisfied, I’ll suck that fancy cock of yours.” 9

I got a glimpse of it before, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things correctly. Turns out I was right. There are ridges along his length.

He lets out a sound that’s part curse and part my name. And then he comes all over my chest. An impossible amount. It just keeps going, him lashing me with spurt after spurt until my breasts are all but covered.

“or, for the sake of argument, we’re the last two people left? It means no one needs to be saved. No one needs to be ruled. No one needs us at all. And yeah, there’s a part of me that finds that really attractive.”

I shouldn’t have been looking forward to the moment when he caught me and dragged me back. And yet here I am, thighs pressed together, breathlessly waiting to see what he’ll do next.

And then a single word slips from her lips, so soft that I almost convince myself I’m hearing things. I must be. Surely she didn’t just whisper my name as she came.

She doesn’t just want me on my knees. She wants me there willingly. She wants me enjoying this just as much as she is, playing this game all the way until completion.

This time, what felt impossible is merely a devastating challenge. I sink down, taking an inch of him inside me.

I can barely keep my eyes open, but closing them means missing the way Bram watches me. Like a devout man who’s finally seen the face of his god.

Bram releases my knees, causing his cock to sink even deeper. I shriek, but the sound is cut off when he sits up and kisses me. He clings to me, his mouth moving against mine even as his hips pump into me. It’s soft and sweet and . . . Oh fuck, I’m coming again.

“Give me a few moments and . . .” “A bath.” I kiss his brows. “Nice long hot soak. Then a snack and a cuddle.”

When life kicks you in the teeth enough times, you learn to expect it. If I were any smarter, I would’ve given up fighting by now. Maybe I would have some peace then.”

Some days it feels like I’m drowning in the past and everything I’ve lost. I know what my family would want from me, but I’m so tired of fighting. I don’t want to do it anymore. I just . . . I don’t know who I am if I’m not what they created me to be.”

It’s not like you’re asking to fuck me while we’re flying.”

“But it can be done?” “In theory. It’s not something my people do or at least admit to doing. It’s incredibly dangerous, especially when both parties have wings.”

We move slowly, the earlier frenzy having abated a little. I can feel it on the fringe, just waiting for the right spark to turn into an inferno once more. But for now . . . there’s just lazy pleasure.

He topples me onto my stomach and covers me with his body, wedging one arm between my hips and the bed so he can lift me to slide deeper. His other hand slides down to cover my pussy and give me something to grind on. But he never picks up the pace. He doesn’t withdraw more than absolutely necessary. The slow, dreamlike fucking brings me to the edge again and again. Only when I’ve lost all sense of time and place and anything but Bram does he allow himself to come again.

“Barbara was the name of the human who killed my family.”